[There's something so defeated about that lackluster response, about the way Felix squeezes at his hand, and it breaks his heart. Dimitri scoots down until they're face to face, nuzzling in for a kiss, one that Felix meets with such urgency that it steals his breath away. He can't help but respond with equal desperation, parting his lips and pressing in closer as he pulls Felix into a crushing embrace. Though it sets his heart to pounding and warms his blood as it always does, there's a tightness in his throat, too, an underlying current of sadness that he can't ignore. It's like he's picking up on the sorrow that's taken hold of Felix. Even if it hurts, he finds himself wanting him all the more.]
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